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[tyria_sarkin]

The front door opens. There's a tall, slender, blonde-haired young woman in a flight suit walking in.

She stops, takes an instinctive step backward. One hand goes to the holster of a sidearm before she stops herself.

"What the kriff...?!"

Someone come fill in the poor, confused New Republic pilot-to-be.

((hi all! Tyria's from the very start of her

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[i_love_kettch]

Oh, look! It's another Wraith! And she seems new. Wes likes new Wraiths; they're so funny.

"Sarkin," he says in as much of an officer voice as he can manage. (It's actually quite a good one, really. He's even keeping a straight face.) "Where do you think you're going?"

[tyria_sarkin]

Tyria stops.
Stares.
Finally, with a not too bad attempt at a straight face herself, "That would depend on where you think we are, sir."

((I'm so sorry for the hold up! Computer got yanked away from me, so to speak))

[i_love_kettch]

"Oh, no," he says, shaking his head. "Don't try that one on me. You know fine well we're at the end of the universe."

Well, she does now, anyway.

[ooc: 's okay! slowtimes are awesome? or something.]

[tyria_sarkin]

Tyria looks at him from several angles. "With all due respect, sir...I'm starting to think I'd be safer not telling you what I do or don't know."

she's now on the theory that a)Janson's lost his *cough* alleged sanity, not that that'd disqualify him as a commander and certainly not a pilot, b) she has done, or c)his sense of humor has outstripped anything that doesn't involve huge quantities of Whyren, Twi'lek dancers, and imaginary planets. Don't ask.

[i_love_kettch]

"Huh," he says thoughtfully, thumbs hooked in his pockets now. "Good answer."

Beat.

"So, want a drink? First one's free."

[tyria_sarkin]

"Speaking from experience, sir?
All right." She's still confused. "Sounds good to me."

Then she looks over, and mutters something in Antarian as she catches sight of the Observation Window. Aack!

[i_love_kettch]

Wes grins as he watches her, then jerks a thumb to the Bar behind him.

"That's why your first one's free. End of the universe, Sarkin. Still think I'm crazy? ...don't answer that."

[tyria_sarkin]

"Yes, sir."
She looks away, deliberately setting her back to it. For now.
"You've been here before?"

[i_love_kettch]

"...once or twice," he says vaguely; it's rather obviously an understatement.

"You get used to it. Alcohol helps. What would you like?"

[tyria_sarkin]

"Lomin ale," she says, looking at Bar.
No, she doesn't jump when the glass appears...

but it's a near thing...